" I'm sorry," Mr. Munn replied. He raised his head from his task and looked at the man. " I'm sorry to he a-tellen you/' the man said. In the fading light Mr. Munn tried to read the man's face, hut it showed nothing. "I wanted to be a-tellen you early," the man continued, " so you could he looken round and make a trade." He hesi- tated, then resumed in an apologetic tone: " Not you'd have no trouble, not with a good place and give-en good furnishen and all. You got a name fer hit." "You made a good crop this season," Mr. Munn said, " drouth and all. You'll get some money out of it." ** Hit's a good crop." "Aren't you satisfied here? You've been here before. You came back." "I'm satisfied," Mr. Grimes admitted, "but that ain't all." "What is it?" Mr. Grimes returned his gaze to the west. The colour was fading now from the edges of the low clouds, and as their own slate colour darkened they seemed to gain in weight and solidity. "This carryen on round the country," he said. "Men carries on and revels round the country at night. Burnen and sich. I ain't a-sayen who's right and who's wrong. Hit ain't fer me to say. The Book says, jedge not. Hit's fer God A-mighty to say. But I ain't easy in my mind. And I'm a-leave-en." "You mean you're leaving this section?" Mr. Munn asked. "Fm gitten old," Mr. Grimes answered, "and I reckin I don't know nuthen but terbacker, come right down to hit. But I ailuz say, a man kin put his hand to hit when the time comes, I'm a-leave-en." The mare stirred restively, and Mr. Munn patted her on the neck, murmuring to her. Then he said: " If you don't want your crop in the Association next year, you can hold it out. If that's it, I prefer for you to have it in, but I wouldn't want you to go on that account. There's plenty men who raise on shares have held their crops out."